"You are so awesome. Not only have you invited Director Song." Zhang Aijia spoke softly to Shen Chong while listening to Song Chuyu's long ribbon-cutting speech: "You have also invited the national treasure-level master."

"Your grandfather is amazing, not me." Chen Chong turned his head and said in her ear: "So beautiful.

"You chose this dress, right?" Zhang Aijia was a little unnatural. She grabbed the hem of the dress and said, "If my grandfather prepared it, it would definitely be a cheongsam. It would never be such a big red Western dress. It was too exaggerated. Everyone around me looked at me like a monster."

"You are not a monster, you are an elf." Chen Chong said while applauding everyone, "The charming goblin."

Zhang Aijia pursed her lips and glanced at him. Against the backdrop of the dress, she was full of charm.

Among the few ribbon-cutting guests, only Song Chuyu is a serious government figure and is most suitable for officialdom. After he finished speaking his congratulations, the emcee Jiang Guangchao walked on stage and announced that the auspicious time had come and the ribbon-cutting ceremony began.

The crowd in the hall began to walk along the rotating glass door to the square outside the theater, under the arrangement of the waiter, where a columnar building covered with red silk was erected, and the name of the theater was carved on it.

In the bustling hustle and bustle, all kinds of words float around like the wind, flying into the sunken ears.

"Why didn't Master Zhang come out?"

"Zhang Daqian gave Mr. Jiang's face, Chen Chong... Hey, how could he ask him to come out and cut the ribbon himself?"

“That’s right.”

"But it's just a skill to ask Mr. Jiang to call him."

"The third young master is a businessman, a free prince, and he can invite him if he has money, and the second young master is the prince."

"That's Zhang Aijia? It's not so good."

"That's right, wearing such gorgeous clothes is not as good as me. Look at her, she doesn't even have any jewelry.

"Hey, that's right, I can't dress up at all. Where did you say Chen Chong like her?"

"It will confuse people. Look at her like she looks like a peacock spreads her face, cut it."

After all, Zhang Aijia was still in her twenties and was far from reaching the state of harmony of being unstoppable and disgraceful in later generations. She was so angry that she only gritted her teeth.

"Calm down." Chen Chong smiled and comforted him, and asked, "Are you cold?"

"It's okay." Zhang Aijia touched Guangjie's arm and said, "It's a sunny day, there is sunshine, and it's quite comfortable to bask in the sun."

The temperature in Taipei is already quite pleasant in February, and it is around 10:30. In the windless sun, it is almost twenty degrees, and it is not cold in the dress.

Chen Chong stretched out his arm and asked her to hold it. He put a few positions on the reporter's photo and walked towards the ribbon cutting place, saying, "The wind and whispers are not worth mentioning in the sun. Look, I won't be angry."

"You are not rude." It is a woman's nature to love dressing up. Zhang Aijia, who is usually calm, is also a little confused at this time. She stroked her clavicle with her hand and asked, "Will it look ugly if I don't wear jewelry?"

Chen Chong shook his head, then separated from her, standing in front of a big red flower.

The ribbon cutting ceremony was designed in a special way. A red ribbon was drawn between the cylinder and the gate, with seven red flowers on it. When the seven red flowers were cut off, the red silk would automatically fall from both sides, revealing the name of the theater.

These seven red flowers, Jiang Xiaoyong, Song Chuyu, Wei Jingmeng, Chen Chong and Zhang Aijia, were each responsible for one, and the remaining two, one was led by Zhang Daqian's disciples, and the other was led by a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old - the fourth generation of the Jiang family, Jiang Youmei, the direct granddaughter of Jiang Jingguo, who was brought to play with by Jiang Xiaoyong.

Zhang Daqian was already in high school, in poor health, and had eye disease, so he sent a disciple to do it on his behalf and did not come out to cut the ribbon himself. However, as Chen Chong said, it was an honor for him to come.

Jiang Youmei is the only daughter of Jiang Xiaowen and Xu Naijin, the eldest son of the Jiang family. She was raised by Jiang Jingguo and Jiang Fangliang since childhood. When she was 7 years old, Jiang Xiaowen suddenly fell into a coma due to hereditary diabetes and alcoholism. She has since been bedridden and lost her father's love. Therefore, she is loved by everyone in the Jiang family and is the number one lady in Taiwan.

When Jiang Guangchao announced that the auspicious time had come, and after the ribbon was cut, the seven people moved in unison, cutting the ribbon, and the curtain slowly slid down, revealing the name of the theater.

"Jiajia Performing Arts and Culture Center"

“IvIaPrrmIurtr”

In the brilliant sunshine, in the uproar, under the words of flying dragons and phoenixes, Zhang Aijia turned her head and looked back, as if the springs of the whole world were rippling in her eyes.

"You are so nice to me." Zhang Aijia hugged Chen Chong tightly and murmured: "What should I do?

"Be my woman." Chen Chong kissed her forehead and said, "Being a happy woman is that simple."

Zhang Aijia let go of him, looked at him, then held his face and kissed him.

"Okay, okay, otherwise, I'm going to be a hooligan again." After a long time, Chen Chong stroked her hair and said, "Let's go, there's nothing left outside."

"But I am now, how can I go out to see people?"

"It's red in white, unique." Chen Chong flicked her cheek gently and said, "Now the eyes of those women outside are red and red. They can't tell whether it's rouge or crimson."

"Hateful" Zhang Aijia looked at him with a charming look, then stood up, signaled him to get up, and gently helped him tidy up his clothes, saying, "You go out first, don't be seen."

"So what if I see it? Anyway, everyone knows that you and I are a pair of mandarin ducks." Chen Chong said Huahua, kissed her, then gently opened the door, looked left and right, and then walked out of the changing room.

This theater with a very modern style is not a simple building. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a new landmark in Taipei, in the eyes of artists, a cultural holy land, in the eyes of Zhang Aijia, a gift from his lover, and in the eyes of Wei Jingmeng, it is a letter of fame of interests. As for how Chen Chong looks at it, he himself doesn't know...

Wei Jingmeng is the confidant of Chiang Kai-shek and Chiang Ching-kuo and his son. He has been operating the media for fifty or sixty years and has participated in the construction of Taiwan's paper media, television and films almost throughout the process. He has extremely rich resources in Taiwan's political and media circles.

However, he had no son, no successor, and his son-in-law died young, so he was discouraged and indulged in his later years. In addition to the beautiful ladies raised at home, there were many other women outside, who were famous love saints in Taiwan.

Chen Chong was a young man with a far-reaching vision, good at making money, smooth in his work, very interested in the media, and deeply rooted in his granddaughter. He was the perfect successor, so Wei Jingmeng became the idea of ​​passing on his mantle.

However, Shen Chong's main business is in Hong Kong and has close ties with the mainland. He has never talked about marriage with Zhang Aijia, which makes him feel very insecure. So in August, after the two met, he went straight to the point and proposed that Shen Chong keep a home business in Taipei.

Without saying a word, Chen Chong handed him over the land deed and the theater construction budget check the next day - the land deed in Da'an District is worth 500,000 US dollars, while the theater construction budget is as high as 00,000 US dollars.

This attitude and sincerity made Wei Jingmeng’s old wishes very happy, and Chen Chong truly entered the top leaders of Taiwan society and became one of the players.

The opening of the theater today is the ultimate purpose of Chen Chong coming to Taipei, but not for the ribbon cutting, but for an auction that had been booked and an auction related to interests.

Outside the gallery area on the fourth floor, after being inspected, a security officer in uniform and white gloves handed over a sealed document bag.

"Mr. Shen, this is your number identification."

"Thanks."

Chen Chong opened the bag, looked at the contents inside, and gave it to him. The man took it and put it into the shredder beside him. After the documents were completely destroyed, he said, "Mr. Chen, you can go in."

Walking into the gallery, I took Zhang Aijia to visit the space-like appearance in different mornings, and was covered with works of different styles and sizes such as watercolor, ink, oil painting, sketch, etc. There were only two or three visitors, including old and young, who were silent, looking at the painting without saying a word, and turning a blind eye to Chen Chong.

Chen Chong walked around the gallery leisurely, pretended to appreciate a few paintings, remembered their numbers, and turned around and left.

Back on the first floor, the atmosphere of the cocktail party was at its climax, and people of all kinds were drinking and chatting, and when they saw Chen Chong, they were even more enthusiastic.

"Zhou Youwang plays with the beauty of beacon, Emperor Ming of Tang sends lychees thousands of miles away. Mr. Chen, what you do today will not allow the ancients to be powerful, amazing."

"Indeed, indeed, Mr. Chen gave us today what it means to smile, generous and generous enough."

"I dare not, I am far behind the ancient love holy."

"Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is Chen Meimei, and my uncle is Chen..."

"Mr. Chen, I'm from the Superstar Film Company..."

Chen Chong held the wine glass and walked around for a long time before he found Zhang Aijia surrounded by a group of belle.

"Where have you gone?" Zhang Aijia immediately stepped forward, held his arm, and said, "Many sisters here want to know you."

"Is that true?" Chen Chong put the wine glass aside and said with a smile: "It seems that my love luck has finally come."

Chen Chong held the wine glass and walked around for a long time before he found Zhang Aijia surrounded by a group of belle.

"Where have you gone?" Zhang Aijia immediately stepped forward, held his arm, and said, "Many sisters here want to know you."

"Is that true?" Chen Chong put the wine glass aside and said with a smile: "It seems that my love luck has finally come."

Chen Chong held the wine glass and walked around for a long time before he found Zhang Aijia surrounded by a group of belle.

"Where have you gone?" Zhang Aijia immediately stepped forward, held his arm, and said, "Many sisters here want to know you."
Chapter completed!